77 Diary (1/2)
Arth finally met up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione during breakfast who were very excited to see him. especially Ron. Ron was treating Arth with a level of respect that exceeded his own parents.
”Why are you treating me like this? In fact, why is everyone treating me like this?”
”Say no more Arth, say no more. You are a bloody hero man, bloody good hero?”
”Ok, seriously. What is going on?”
”Nothing man. Nothing.”
Arth sighed and decided to ignore it.
”So what's been going on since I was gone?”
”A boy was attacked, we got some homework, and Harry found a diary.” Answered Hermione.
”What do you mean diary?”
”The diary he found on the floor.”
”Why is that so important?”
”It's not really that important, it's just that Harry seems to taken a liking to it. There's nothing in it too, it's blank.”
”It just bugs me. I feel as though there is a connection between the book and me.”
”Huh...”
Arth raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
”Hand over the diary for a second. I wanna check it out for a bit.”
Arth took the diary and turned to the back cover of the book and saw the printed name of a variety store on Vauxhall Road, London.
”The owner must've been Muggle-born,” said Arthur thoughtfully. ”To have bought a diary from Vauxhall Road...”
”How do you even know that?” said Ron. ”Did you memorize a map of England or something?”
”Yeah, I did in fact. For fun.”
Ron decided to shut up.
”It might have hidden powers,” said Arth, taking the diary and looking at it closely.
”If it has, it's hiding them very well,” said Ron. ”Maybe it's shy. I don't know why you don't chuck it, Harry.”
”I wish I knew why too,” said Harry. ”I wouldn't mind knowing who Riddle was either.”
Arth frowned.
”Riddle?”
”Yeah,” Replied Ron. ”The owner's name is T. M. Riddle.”
”Hang on,” said Arth. ”That name is familiar... Oh I remember, T. M. Riddle got an award for special services to the school fifty years ago.”
”How on earth d'you know that?” said Harry in amazement.
”Because I cleaned the trophy room remember?”
”You remember that? That was like ages ago!”
”I have good memory.”
Arthur stared at the diary for a while before brightening his face with excitement.
”This might be it.”